A Life Bespoken

My hands upon her skin do linger;
Passion flares within my eyes.
Seeing the heights to which I bring her,
I revel in lustful cries.
Her oft kissed lips entreat desire
And it rises like a flame.
My fervent pace brings her much higher;
She shudders and calls my name.
As she lies within my warm embrace
Speaking gentle words to me,
A soft kiss upon her pleasing face I bestow there lovingly.
For within her arms lies destiny
My life with her bespoken.
Our love the gods have entrusted me;
My life and sword as token.

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